There's a gun in the drawer by my parents' bed and I held it in my hands the other day because guns are so weird. And it feels creepy to hold a gun, like it's haunted or something. It's so heavy and metal and it was made in a facility made to make 1000s of it. My family has a gun safe with like a dozen guns. That's crazy to me. What's with guns? Idk but holding that gun recently (September) really drove home the message this comic is trying to, which is that I am bad at drawing!